" She looked up at me as I took my place on the tractor. She had her hands on her hips and l could see down her tank top, one thin strap slipping from...her shoulder."Get your eyes off my tits and get to work,” she shouted up at me."Yes, boss,” I saluted and got the tractor moving over the rough land.She walked alongside the tractor. "Great. You're doing great, Pete," she shouted over the sound of the engine.After an hour of disking, going over the same area a few times, she yelled up to me,. “Don’t stop, cock whore!”And I am. I work his fat cock in and out of my throat, matching my breathing to the movements of my head. My lips slide easily over the velvety texture of his bell end, up and over the ridge before dropping down on to his shaft’s silky smooth skin. Then I push them all the way down his erection. As his cock slides neatly into me, stretching my throat, I focus on his filthy words of encouragement as he rains down abuse from behind the wall.“Ooh, yeah, baby,” I gush. I was just fucking down and drained. I was depressed about how dismal things had gotten, mostly about the failure of my first attempt at marriage, though to be fair to me, I had tried to make it work in spite of my misgivings. I had given it every honest attempt, including the mutual decision (her idea, but I tolerated it) to become monogamous early on, in spite of my serious reservations about the wisdom of monogamy. It was Courtney who couldn’t live by her own principles of fidelity, wasn’t. .. right there,” she moans, her fingers clutching at his hair. “Please don’t stop, mmhm, please...”He presses his thumb to her clit, and immediately gets a reaction. Page starts moving her hips against the thumb. Her breathing becomes short and her cries grow louder. Zayne’s face is washed by a fresh torrent of her juices as she climaxes. Her ass lifts from the wooden edge as her toes try to dig into the bottom. Zayne slows the pace of his tongue to let her orgasm subside.“If training is like.